With the passing of another year, this project has made me more sure of only one thing.

2019 began for me by thinking about my life’s relativity to family, friends, and reality itself. Back then I felt like I had no expectations for the more intentional contemplation I planned, but I was quickly disappointed to realize none of my conclusions were new to me. At least I’ve grown from acknowledging the states of my relationships, and become more comfortable with not judging myself.

I’ve never truly been open to my intuition, but this year’s more intentional thinking showed me how right I was about nearly everything I ever thought. My problem, though, has always been with listening to myself — I assumed reaching sure conclusions must be more complicated.

And this year I realized that was my mistake: there is nothing to be sure of. Another year of life, and I feel like I know less than before. Hopefully that trend continues.